“I could come with how fucking good you taste,” I admit with no shame.
“Oh god, Tristan. Yes!”
I add my fingers to the mix, and her hips arch up. My hair is tugged till it’s at the edge of pain, but there’s so much pleasure too, knowing her orgasm is mine to give.
After she comes down from her climax, Ligaya sits up. She tilts her chin toward a plush reading chair at the corner of the room. “That’s the perfect height.”
She stands up and palms my throbbing hardness.
“To fuck you while you’re on your knees,” I say in pretend nonchalance. “Sure, since you asked so nicely.”
“I’m not asking, Tristan. I’m begging.”
She crawls over and settles her knees on the seat, facing the back. Her ass juts out in what can only be described as the perfect height. This woman is rarely wrong.
I line myself up with her entrance, my thickness slick with her arousal, and bottom out. Slowly dragging out to feel every bit of delicious friction we create, I slip back into her tight grip. It’s too good. So deep. So fucking perfect.
“You OK, sweetheart?” I ask.
“Yes! Please don’t stop, Tristan. Just like that,” she mumbles through shallow breaths.
Because we haven’t been together in so long, I can already feel my explosion creeping down my spine.
“More,” she begs.
Instead of bouncing her off my hips with hard plunges, I hold myself still.
“Don’t want to be too rough, Ligaya. So you’re gonna come like this.” I grind against her with unrelenting circles of my groin. Buried inside her, I find the exact rhythm to make her moan louder and louder.
Her body stiffens. “I’m coming. Oh, god.”
Her walls convulse around my cock, pushing me over the edge.
“Fuck.” I let go, filling her with my climax as she chants my name over and over again. I hold her hips for dear life, even after a mind-blowing orgasm. When our heartbeats settle down, I guide her to her feet. She’s a tad wobbly, but her smile signifies blissful satisfaction.
“Wanna clean up together?” I ask, ready to carry her to the bathroom.
She nods, still looking dazed.
There’s plenty of space in the luxurious shower. I take my time washing her hair. Ligaya’s belly has rounded out even more. It’s the most pleasurable thing in the world to lather my hands with soap and glide them over her curves.
She presses my hand down when she feels a kick. The movement under my palm feels like a miracle. My heart is about to combust as it pushes against the cage of my chest, brimming with awe and love. Ligaya takes my other hand and presses it lower down her stomach. We stay that way, staring at each other with droplets catching on our lashes and water falling over our shoulders. Her hands are over mine while the babies glide under my palms, like we’re all connected.
I had planned a grand speech for the romantic dinner but was distracted by everything Ligaya wanted to share of her vacation week. And once we entered the suite, all bets were off for a decent conversation. But now? My feelings for Ligaya are too strong to hold in.
“I love you,” I say reverently. “I came here planning to say exactly that the moment I saw you, or during dinner. But there never seems to be the exact time to admit something so big, you know? I wanted a perfect moment in this gorgeous place, but it wouldn’t matter where we were, would it? Being with you and having our children thrivingbecauseof you is all that matters. There isn’t one single moment to tell you I love you when every second of the day makes me love you more.”
Her mouth opens in shock. I cradle her face in my hands.
“I love you, Ligaya Torres. I’ll spend my life showing you how much I love you, because you’re everything to me.”
She stares at me and pushes her hair out of her face. The flush spreads from her chest to her cheeks. A smile blooms, bringing sunshine indoors.
“I love you, too. I love you so much,” she gushes.
Her shoulders shake like she’s about to sob. I hold her close to comfort her shivering body.
“I didn’t think I’d ever feel this way with anyone, Tristan. When you’re beside me, when we’re together, I feel safe and loved and . . . and treasured.”
